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(OOC: It's up to you but it might be a good idea to have one responsible adult around. Ares will have his memories and be running around trying to snap everyone out of it and there's a good chance the kiddos will need some Adult there so I would think Hestia and Heracles could be the semi responsible adults so the kids don't trash Olympus.)

( OOC: Well I'm waiting on Herry to post so not yet. As soon as the twins arrive which should be when Herry posts next then Loki can do his thing and turn the gods Mortal and enjoy every single minute of it.)

Loki's first impression of the Greek Gods on sight was like a troop of monkeys in pinsuits. Not voicing his opinions, he said little, and as each of the Asgardians greeted their counterpart and his blood-brother approached Zeus to begin the bargaining of a pact.
Loki was approached by Poseidon and Loki thought that Poseidon smelt of wet fish.
"So you're Loki?" Asked Poseidon, Solarinn curled around his shoulders.
Loki had not noticed the small dragon on the Sea-God's shoulders.
"Yes, I am." Loki smiled, then glanced at the Dragon quickly.
"He's my ward, Loki. Too many of the Olympians didn't want him, so I took him in." Stroking Solarinn's chin, the dragon purred a little. "Now he's sorta like my Familiar."
That suprised Loki, who thought of his blood-brother Odin, who owned two Raven familiars.

Several hours passed and after the gifts had been passed around; a Silver-Golden Bridle for Phoebus Apollo, an unbreakable Hammer for Hephaestus and a Auroch-horned helmet for Ares to name a few gifts.
Loki watched as Thor started a drinking match with Dionysus, and a Valkyrie started an arguement with Athena.
Now would be a good time to give his 'gift' to the Olympians.
"It is Customary," Announced Loki, startling the Gods by the suddeness. "To end dealings in a Toast to the powers. Since we are these powers, I propose a Toast to the Olympians from Asgard."
Producing two vessels, a horn and a cups, one marked with a Greek Symbol and one with a Viking Rune. "Since we are the ones who are giving you the gift of alliance. In our custom, you shall drink from our drinking horn, and we shall drink from your cup."
He offered the drinking horn to the Greek Gods, that were unsuspectingly drinking a toast to their doom.

Poseidon had found no counterpart in the Norse pantheon, and when Solarinn had whispered in his ear that the only counterpart to him would be either a Ice Giant or the ill-known Njörðr, who was not present, the Watery God didn't talk much with the Norse Gods after a conversation with Thor and several horns of mead, he hoped that after the truce, he could introduce Thor to the Whiskey Beverage, a particular favourite of his. Drinking a sip from the 'peace-cup' with a small snigger from Solarinn, he passed the horn to Hercules to pass on.



Several Hours later, in the dark of morning, Poseidon awoke with a pounding headache and vomited profusely. Groggily he went back to sleep unaware of the changes that were taking place.

"Ahhhh another helmet," Ares said as he accepted his gift with a fake smile. He set the gift aside before going back to watch the rest of the proceedings.

Being a God of War, and having such an affinity for violence and bloodshed, he was approached here and there by gods and goddesses all speaking with respect and admiration for his craft. He probably would have even slipped away with a Valkyrie or two, but everytime they opened their mouths and he heard that accent, it just made him cringe.

When the goblet was passed and offered to Ares, he took it handily and downed a rather big gulp. He needed to get drunk, and Dionysus's wine wasn't doing it. Were he not forced to pass the goblet to the rest of his fellow Olympians, he would have downed the whole thing.

After drinking, he then went to make his way to make his way outside on the portcullis, when he was stopped by another Valkyrie asking him about his latest war. Aside from her voice, for some reason, his head began pounding. Each time she spoke, it only made it worse.

"Excuse me," he said making his way past her and heading outside.

"I didn't even drink that much," he said as dizziness began to overtake him when he reached the cool, crisp, air of Mount Olympus outside. He made his way to get a grip on the railing, but with his head so woozy, he began to lose his footing. Instead of grabbing the rail, he grabbed onto nothing but air, before pitching forwards and over the railing plunging down below.

He hit the ground, outside the palace with a heavy thud and instantly lost consciousness as the unknown change in his body began to take effect and work its way through his system. It was there that the God of War would remain until morning.

Apollo took a gulp, it didn't taste half bad so he drank some more. Apollo still felt annoyed that he didn't get to finish hunting but he felt that it was a good opportunity to learn about the Norse deities seeing as he never really gave them too much thought.

((Sure, I'll add you to the list on the first post.))